| I live in Los Angeles
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| There’s a lot of missing stares
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| And I walk down the street and I
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| Try to feel a beat in a heart
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| But it’s so hard to understand
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| And people walk around in their pretty outfits
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| And people walk around with their pretty girls
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| And everyone’s got somewhere
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| And someplace to go
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| And some friends, and some drinks
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| And some things, and some things
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| And I, I once met an older man
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| And he was wholeless and did exactly
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| What she can
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| To get by in this cold world
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| To get by in this cold world
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| And he said baby
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| You must stand our stand
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| And he said baby
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| You must stand our stand
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| You’re poisoned
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| By everything I loved
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| You’re poisoned
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| By everything I loved
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| You’re poisoned
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| By everything I loved
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| You’re poisoned
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| By everything I loved
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| Everything I loved
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| I once was a little, tiny girl
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| Yes, like you, I was a little, tiny child
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| With eyes so ready for the world
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| With eyes so ready to cry and lie and die
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| And find that nothing really is free
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| Not the birds, no, nor just the wee little
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| Laughing little bees
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| You made a mockery of me
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| Oh, you made a mockery of me, of me
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| And he said baby
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| You must stand our stand
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| And he said baby
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| You must stand our stand
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| You’re poisoned
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| By everything you hold
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| You’re poisoned
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| By everything you hold
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| You’re poisoned
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| By everything you hold
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| You’re poisoned
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| By everything you hold
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| By everything you hold |